However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed
along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy
walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those
who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable
name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN
WILD. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of
the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any
communication by words with him. "You do love me?"
"God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. Fearful that she had given herself away, she
sank back down onto her stool. I was
mean to him. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them.
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